Isla
"I love you too," Isla says easily, pretending she can feel the kiss to her hair as more than a dull pressure, and enjoying it nonetheless. "I love you enough to ensure that we never get beyond two awkward dates, anyway," she informs him with a chuckle. Relaxing in his arms and feeling more at ease around him than she had since before Deepfrost, Isla gasps softly at the idea of being a hawk. "I would really enjoy that," she says quietly.
But for right now there's an ocean calling them, dark and deep, and only something kraken-sized would suit whatever shenanigans they want to get up to out there. Remi's hand slips across his lap and for a second Isla merely takes his hand, running her fingers across the lines of his palm. "I am terrible at palm reading, sorry," she says with a smirk, before drawing his wrist up towards her lips.
It's better and worse because she knows what's coming, and as her teeth slip into his veins, Isla chases the ecstasy of it all with a soft moan, melting further into his grip.
But for right now there's an ocean calling them, dark and deep, and only something kraken-sized would suit whatever shenanigans they want to get up to out there. Remi's hand slips across his lap and for a second Isla merely takes his hand, running her fingers across the lines of his palm. "I am terrible at palm reading, sorry," she says with a smirk, before drawing his wrist up towards her lips.
It's better and worse because she knows what's coming, and as her teeth slip into his veins, Isla chases the ecstasy of it all with a soft moan, melting further into his grip.
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
